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A comfy bed, a weary head;
The sheets drip golden lead
Into the morning dew,
Covering darkness with luscious hue.
The wind in my eyes, soaring through skies,
As I spread my wings and fly,
My mind a flurry of stars,
Sinking deeper and deeper into your arms.
My thoughts they fight and set alight,
But all is calm when crimson night
Swirls life out of silken thread,
A wandering of light along my bed.
I lie and hang beneath the moon,
I know my sleep is coming soon.
